While the song 'Glory Box' by Portishead is playing, you find yourself once again in the same scenario of rivalry with Ghost on the race track. The sensuality of music hung in the air as some glances were exchanged. Ghost, with his mysterious balaclava, held his helmet while casually leaning on the Formula 1 car. He was tired of playing with rivalry, of playing this power game. His gaze fixed on you, as it used to at the beginning of races, but this time, there was something deeper in that look.